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Summer has come...
Sep. 1st, 2011 03:09 pm...and despite the 20 minutes of rain we had, hasn't really left yet.
It's the 1st of September and I have a mountain of things I need to get done.
I did feel, that despite my long absences from here, which will be rectified as soon as I've finished my homework of 12K Words in Academia, I thought I should mention that today is my last official day as my youngest Niece's Nanny.
Unlike last time, during which I took care of her older sister, I was in a much better place emotionally and physically, not to mention that Baby herself was much older than her sister was.
Still, it's been intense and I've, obviously, bonded with her and so seeing her go to a crèche (family business, the woman take no more than four babies of approximate age at a time) really hit me.
Today we went to spend some time at the crèche, to get her used to place, play with the toys, get to know the caretaker (the woman who owns the place) and I just lost it.
I don't mind crying in public; I'm inclined to say that my life consists more in pauses of crying than me starting and stopping the tears that seem to live in the corners of my eyes. However, when you're the Aunt and that baby isn't actually "hers".
I cried and then the baby cried and it was terrible. Of course I just let her play and she was fine. Me? I'm okay, really.
Just, it's hard, I'm glad not to be tied down to the baby any more, but you get used to a that tiny presence and watching her learn to crawl, roll over, sit up and grow a tooth (and a taste for cannibalism! OW! It freaking' hurts when she bites!) is very rewarding.
I'm glad I'm no one's mother.
Every time I take care of a baby, I can honestly say, I'm happy I'm never going to have one of my own.
Oh, yeah, no children of my own in my future - as I mentioned to a friend, if I ever date someone with kids, I have no problem being "Step-Mel" or "Auntie-Something", but actual pregnancy, giving birth and going through the endless anxiety that never really goes away of making sure that little clump of flesh and blood survives... no.
Just, no.
Right now, she's sleeping her afternoon nap and later on her parents will pick her up to go home.
As for me, well, my oldest niece claims she remembers me taking care of her as a baby (yeah... no) and we have a very special bond. I can only hope the baby's family tells her of the summer her Auntie Melly took such good care of her - even if she bumped her head a few times and I stepped on her by accident.
It's the 1st of September and I have a mountain of things I need to get done.
I did feel, that despite my long absences from here, which will be rectified as soon as I've finished my homework of 12K Words in Academia, I thought I should mention that today is my last official day as my youngest Niece's Nanny.
Unlike last time, during which I took care of her older sister, I was in a much better place emotionally and physically, not to mention that Baby herself was much older than her sister was.
Still, it's been intense and I've, obviously, bonded with her and so seeing her go to a crèche (family business, the woman take no more than four babies of approximate age at a time) really hit me.
Today we went to spend some time at the crèche, to get her used to place, play with the toys, get to know the caretaker (the woman who owns the place) and I just lost it.
I don't mind crying in public; I'm inclined to say that my life consists more in pauses of crying than me starting and stopping the tears that seem to live in the corners of my eyes. However, when you're the Aunt and that baby isn't actually "hers".
I cried and then the baby cried and it was terrible. Of course I just let her play and she was fine. Me? I'm okay, really.
Just, it's hard, I'm glad not to be tied down to the baby any more, but you get used to a that tiny presence and watching her learn to crawl, roll over, sit up and grow a tooth (and a taste for cannibalism! OW! It freaking' hurts when she bites!) is very rewarding.
I'm glad I'm no one's mother.
Every time I take care of a baby, I can honestly say, I'm happy I'm never going to have one of my own.
Oh, yeah, no children of my own in my future - as I mentioned to a friend, if I ever date someone with kids, I have no problem being "Step-Mel" or "Auntie-Something", but actual pregnancy, giving birth and going through the endless anxiety that never really goes away of making sure that little clump of flesh and blood survives... no.
Just, no.
Right now, she's sleeping her afternoon nap and later on her parents will pick her up to go home.
As for me, well, my oldest niece claims she remembers me taking care of her as a baby (yeah... no) and we have a very special bond. I can only hope the baby's family tells her of the summer her Auntie Melly took such good care of her - even if she bumped her head a few times and I stepped on her by accident.
